I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.

That’s what faith is, right?’ he says. ‘Believing in what can’t be known? Fall into my arms, Dori. I’ll catch you, every time, and I won’t let go.

Over the past three years, we'd become each other's habit. And though he'd broken his habit of me when he walked away, I'd not broken my habit of him.

They call it 'falling in love' because it's less like stepping and more like tripping. Tripping is the part where you're still trying to remain upright

Somebody always wants more.

Please touch me. I need you to touch me.